Page 188 of Tracked and Taken

“Tael—“

“Hold it.”

“I can’t—“

“You can. You have. Hold it for me.”

She holds it. Tears at the corners of her eyes. Pulse at one hundred and twenty in my throat. The discs are on the chair across the room and I am going to put them on her after I ruin her and I want her ruined first, properly, so the brass goes onto a female who has already come apart for me.

“Now,” I say. “Come on my tongue.”

She does.

Hard. Long. Her thighs clamp on my head and I hold them open and I lick her through it while the tail keeps its rhythm and she makes a sound I am going to take to my grave. The bond locks the climax and feeds it back into me until my cock kicks against the sheet and I have to plant a hand and breathe.

I do not stop.

“Again.”

“Tael I can’t—“

“Ask.”

“Please—please I can’t take another—“

“You can. Ask properly.”

“Please let me come again. Please. Your mouth. Your tail. Please, I’m yours, I’m your good girl, please—“

“Good girl.” I suck her clit. The tail drives in. “Now.”

The second one wrings. Meaner. She sobs my name and soaks my jaw and goes loose against the mattress like someone cut a wire.

I kiss up her body. Belly. Sternum. Mark. Mouth. She tastes herself on me and groans into the kiss.

“Now you can have it,” I tell her.

I push into her.

Slow, because she is still fluttering from the second one, and because I want to feel every ridge catch. Head. First ridge. She moans. Second. Third. I seat myself to the hip and stay there, buried, and the purr stutters because she is tight and wet and mine and I have been thinking about this since I put the discs in my pocket at Velran’s stall.

“Look at me.”

She looks at me.

“This is mine.” I roll my hips once, deep. “Say it.”

“Yours. Everything. Move. Please move.”

I move.

Deep. Steady. The end-of-shift rhythm she asks for and the filthy rhythm under it she does not have to ask for anymore. Tail on her clit. Mouth on the mark. Thumb on the brass-shaped hollow of her throat where the disc is going to sit. Each stroke drags the ridges over the spot inside her until she is making those small broken sounds into my mouth.

She gets close.

I feel it.

I still.